i lived a life today. i went to work. i brushed my teeth. i talked to my sisters. i talked to my friends. i laughed some. i even cried a little, but not for very long. when it’s all said and done i feel like i got nothing to say. i feel as though i experienced nothing new, felt nothing unusual, had no insights about anything.
i brushed my teeth. had an explicit sex dream, spent some money and watched a good movie. i listened to music that reminded me of being young and some that reminded me of people that i used to know.
and i still got nothing.
the sun shone and was warm. i didn’t have to wear coat home from work. it was light out until well after 6 p.m. and yet i still feel like i’m stuck in the beginning of “Garden State” when Large is all detached and not felling anything and i haven’t taken lithium in ages, or ever.
today my horoscope lied to me. it said that if i had started a journal it would be an excellent outlet. but today i have nothing to let out.
that’s a lot a ‘letting out’ for someone with nothing to let out. Me thinks you doth protest too much. You have very clean teeth.
oh, sitting in the bar last night, an irishman from new york named kevin told me i really wasn’t much of an asshole. high praise, indeed. i didn’t brush my teeth.
that’s not letting out, that’s letting in. letting in how very mundane one can be on an average dayin their life.
my teeth are still clean.
My two cents: the moments in between the onslaughts and deluges of life are the ones to value especially highly. But then, my career aptitude test said I should be a monk, so what do I know?